The thoughts of me and my dog who used to be Harvey, but is now George, who is Harvey's great-great-great-great-nephew.

Friday, October 17, 2008

Me, the prison governor and the dog

I had an appointment at the prison yesterday. Just as I was rushing out I remembered I was wearing the same clothes I'd been wearing to Zac's on Tuesday. It was too late to change so I had to hope that:a) nobody in Zac's had been smoking anything that might be considered illegal;b) they wouldn't make a visitor to a prison governor run the gauntlet of the drugs dog.It might sound a bit over the top but one of our old church leaders helps with breakfasts for the homeless and he's sometimes gone straight to do prison visiting afterwards. Twice he's been stopped by the drugs dog. Thrice and it's a lifetime ban so he's having to be more careful now. But all was fine and dandy yesterday. Quite relaxed in fact and I will soon have news of some exciting developments ...

I did some work in a prison once, where we had the inmates, male, talk about their relationship with their father, almost unanimously it was bad, or the father was not there. It is so hard in those circumstances to relate to God the Father. I could relate as my father was not home due to working overseas and was an alcoholic among other things. It has always affected my relationship with God. I wish you well.

Ah yes, I fondly remember a couple of old ladies in the church talking about the pleasure of going home to a nice Sunday joint after the service....btw...it's even more fun through airport security sometimes..